Therefore, sink every Federal boat, "Then, Satan, whilst we give thee thanks, Let loose the plagues and pestilence, "By all the incense we have brought; Of murder, grim and gory; That makes the stunned heart blanch and pale, SAINT PAUL, April 14, 1862. nest. then a tremendous volley was poured into the rebel 'That's it! A good one!' he cried. They returned a perfect shower of grape and canister, tearing through and over us. Col. Robie's countenance was beaming, and turning to the men, he called out: 'Come on, my children, I'll die with you! Press on, my boys! Now is the time to show yourselves!' And as a rifled shell goes singing by his head, he cries in his joy: 'Ye gods! isn't this a handsome fight !'"' SAMUEL PHILLIPS DAY, American correspondent of the London Herald, writes to that paper as follows Having found universal profanity at the North, and piety at the South, he adds: "One officer informed me that, in giving orders for the first volley, which took such tremendous effect, he addressed his men thus: The Lord have mercy on their souls! but fire.'" A PRAYER FOR THE TIMES. THE New-Orleans Picayune contains the following form of prayer, which was issued by the Episcopal bishop of the diocese: "O Lord, our heavenly Father, high and mighty King of kings and Lord of lords, who dost from thy throne behold all the dwellers on earth, and reignest with power supreme and uncontrolled over all kingdoms, empires, and governments; look down in mercy, we beseech thee, on these American States, who have fled to thee from the rod of the oppressor, and thrown themselves on thy gracious protection, desiring to be henceforth dependent only on thee; to thee they have appealed for the righteousness of their cause; to thee do they now look up for that countenance and support which thou alone canst give; take them, therefore, heavenly Father, under thy nurturing care; give them wisdom in council and valor in the field; defeat the malicious designs of our cruel adversaries; convince them of the unrighteousness of their cause; and if they still persist in their sanguinary purposes, oh! let the voice of thine own unerring justice, sounding in their hearts, constrain them to drop their weapons of war from their unnerved hands in the day of battle. Be thou present, O God of wisdom; and direct the councils of this honorable assembly! enable them to settle things on the best and surest foundation, that the scene of blood may be speedily closed; that order, harmony, and peace may be effectually restored, and truth and justice, religion and piety prevail and flourish among thy people. Preserve the health of their bodies and the vigor of their minds; shower down upon them and the millions they here represent such temporal blessings as thou seest expedient for them in this world, and crown them with everlasting glory in the world to come. All this we ask in the name and through the merits of Jesus Christ, thy Son and our Saviour. Amen!" A LETTER from New-Orleans to the Mobile Register of March thirteenth, says that the Southern Commissioners are greatly dispirited at the reception which WORTHY OF RECORD.-A letter from an officer who was with Burnside's expedition at the battle of Cam-M. Thouvenel gave Mr. Slidell. But as Mr. Yancey den, says: "I met Col. Robie of Binghamton during the battle, with his cap stuck on the back part of his head, looking the happiest man I ever saw. I remember meeting him as he was leading the centre of the regiment over a heavy ditch, with sword drawn, and hear ing him speak to and encourage the boys on. Just observed in his speech, Slavery has made such a wall of partition between the South and Europe, that all hopes of a prompt recognition by England and France must be for the present abandoned. As to their want of cotton, I am of the opinion expressed by Mr. Semmes, of Louisiana, in the confederate Congress, and I have long since abandoned the idea that cotton is king. We have tested the power of King Cotton and found him to be wanting. We must now abandon all dependence on foreign intervention, and trust only our sword and the justice of our cause.-Mobile Register, March 18. THE PRIVILEGE OF THE PRESS IN THE SOUTH. On the eighteenth of March, the Governor and Executive Council of South-Carolina adopted the following resolution: Resolved, That the editors and owners of newspapers in this State be informed, that if any of their employés shall fall under the conscription, the Adjutant and Inspector-General will be instructed to withhold from confederate service such of said conscripts as the editor or owner of such newspaper shall declare by affidavit to be absolutely necessary to carry on their respective establishments, and that the work cannot be done by workmen within their command or otherwise exempt: Provided, The number withheld shall not exceed seven for the Charleston daily papers, five for the Columbia daily papers, and two for each country paper: And provided, The conscripts withheld from confederate service shall be subject to be detailed to such local and special duty as may not seriously interfere with the business of their respective offices. The bill in the Virginia Legislature exempting newspaper men from military duty has been modified so as to include the conductors of weekly papers. As finally passed, the bill exempts "one editor of each newspaper now being published, and such employés as the editor or proprietor may certify on honor to be indispensable for conducting the publication of the newspaper so long as the same is regularly published at least once a week.". -Charleston Mercury, March 22. CAPT. JOHN H. MORGAN.-On Sunday, the sixteenth of March, Capt. Morgan, with forty of his men, suddenly appeared at Gallatin, Tenn., twenty-eight miles the other side of Nashville. After catching all the Union men in the place, and confining them in a guard-house, Capt. Morgan, dressed in a Union uniform, proceeded to the telegraph office at the railroaddépôt, a short distance from the town. Entering the office, the following conversation took place between Capt. Morgan and the telegraph-operator, a blustering fellow: Capt. Morgan.-"Good day, sir. What news have you?" Operator.-"Nothing, sir, except it is reported that that d-d rebel, Capt. John Morgan, is this side of the Cumberland with some of his cavalry. I wish I could get sight of the d-d rascal. I'd make a hole through him larger than he would find pleasant." While thus speaking, the operator drew a fine navy revolver and flourished it as if to satisfy his visitor how desperately he would use the instrument in case he should meet with the famous rebel captain. "Do you know who I am?" quietly remarked Capt. Morgan, continuing the conversation. "I have not that pleasure," remarked the ope rator. "Well, I am Capt. Morgan," responded that gentleman. At these words the operator's cheeks blanched, his knees shook, the revolver dropped from his hands, and he sunk to the floor. He literally "wilted." After the frightened individual had recovered himself sufficiently, Capt. Morgan required him to tele graph some messages to Louisville, among others one to Prentice of the Journal, politely offering to act as his escort on his proposed visit to Nashville. Then taking the operator with him as a prisoner, Capt. Morgan with his men awaited the arrival of the train from Bowling Green for Nashville. In due time the train came thundering in. Capt. Morgan at once seized it, and taking five Union officers who were passengers and the engineer of the train prisoners, he burned to cinders all of the cars, with their contents, and then filling the locomotive with turpentine, shut down all the valves, and started it toward Nashville. Before it had run eight hundred yards, the accumulation of steam caused it to explode, shivering it into a thousand atoms. Capt. Morgan then started southward with his prisoners, and made his way safely to the confederate camp.-Atlanta Confederacy. AN EFFUSION FROM JEFF THOMPSON.-Missouri produces not only warriors, but poets, and indeed a combination of both, as witness the following from the pen of Mr. Jeff Thompson-the veritable General Jeff, who, at the head of a company of "Bushwackers," has been firing into unarmed steamboats, and picking up stray travellers in South-west Missouri for the past six months, winning from rebel journals the soubriquets of the "Swamp Fox," and the "Marion of the Southern Revolution." It is entitled "Home Again," and appears in that whilom decorous newspaper, the New-Orleans Picayune: "My dear wife waits my coming, I love each rock and murmuring rill, "I'll suffer hardships, toils, and pain I will return, though foes may stand My own dear home, my native land, -New-York Tribune, March 13. INCIDENT OF THE NAVAL FIGHT.-Lieut. Worden was in the pilot-house of the Monitor when the Merrimac directed a whole broadside at it, and received his injuries from the minute fragments of shells and holes. He was stunned by the concussion, and carried the powder which were driven through the look-out Minnesota ?" The reply was: "Yes, and whipped away. On recovering, he asked: "Have I saved the the Merrimac." To which he answered: "Then I don't care what becomes of me."-Philadelphia North American. WILMINGTON, N. C., March 28.-It seems that the Lincolnites at Newbern, having made themselves at home in Mr. Bennington's office, and free with his property, are now publishing the Progress semi-weekly. Our pickets have captured some of the Yankee pickets, and have thus obtained a sight of the precious document. It must be consoling for Mr. Pennington and Mr. Vestal to be coolly informed, by means of the types and paper and other materials justly be longing to the former, that the present editor (whose name a friend who saw the affair does not recollect) has totally changed the politics of the paper; that the former editor was a vile secessionist, and other things more numerous than complimentary, whereas the present one was all sorts of a fellow. The editor announces that as soon as he can get some decent paper from New-York, he will publish the Progress daily; but with what he has now, he must confine himself to a semi-weekly. It is hard enough to rob a man of his money without cursing the style of the currency.-Wilmington Journal, March 29. Captain M. I. Wicks, a banker at Memphis, Tenn., raised a company for the war, and then gave each member a check for three hundred dollars.-Norfolk Day-Book, April 2. WASHINGTON, April 3.-A love-letter, picked up at Manassas, yesterday, conveys the information to a swain in the rebel army that his sweetheart had cut off her hair, and that all the girls in the Olean Institute had performed the same operation. The reason given for the proceeding was that the girls in Virginia so mourned for their sweethearts that their hair fell out to an extent which rendered the tonsorial expedient necessary.-N. Y. Herald, April 4. PUNISHMENT OF A NEWSPAPER PUBLISHER. March 31.-Edmund Ellis, publisher of the Boone County (Mo.) Standard, was tried before a military commission at Columbus, Mo., on two charges: First, the publication of information for the benefit of the enemy, and encouraging resistance to the government and laws of the United States. Second, violation of the laws of war by publication within the lines of the troops of the United States, in a public newspaper, of articles and information intended and designed to comfort the enemy, and invite persons to rebellion against the United States. One of the criminal publications was styled, "Letters from the Army" another, "Root, Abe, or die;" a third, "News from General Price." The commission found the prisoner guilty of the charges and specifications, and sentenced him to be placed and kept outside of the lines of the State of Missouri during the war, and that the press, types, furniture, and material of the printing-office of the Boone County Standard be confiscated and sold for the use of the United States. Gen. Halleck approved the finding and sentence, and directed the printing-office to remain in charge of the quartermaster until further orders; that the prisoner be placed outside the State of Missouri, and that if he returned during the war, without permission, that he be arrested and placed in close confinement in the Alton military prison. The proceedings being returned to the War Department, they were approved by the Secretary, and an order issued that the form of procedure should be adopted in like cases by the commanders of all the military departments. March 18.-The women of Nashville, Tenn., are treating the Yankees in that city with great contempt. When Gen. McCook of the Lincoln army arrived in Nashville, he sent up his card, with the request that he might renew his former acquaintance with Miss S. McNairy. The following was the patriotic reply of the noble and accomplished lady, written on the back of the card: "Sir: I do not desire to renew my acquaintance with the invaders of my State." Two other Hessian officers obtruded their presence into the parlor of Dr. Martin, and sent up their cards to his daughter, Miss Bettie Martin, an elegant and accomplished young lady, requesting also the renewal of an old acquaintanceship. Repairing to the parlor, with a look of ineffable scorn and contempt, she dashed the card into their faces, and said: "Your absence, sirs, will be much better company to me than your presence."-Charleston Mercury, March 20. April 7.-Ex-Senators of the United States, Polk and Johnson, are privates in the rebel General Price's army.-Cincinnati Gazette, April 8. NEW-ORLEANS WON BACK. A LAY FOR OUR SAILORS. BY ROBERT LOWELL, Author of "The New Priest," "Fresh Hearts that Failed." [The opening words of the burden are a scrap of an old song caught up.] CATCH-Oh! up in the morning, up in the morning, Up in the morning early! There lay the town that our guns looked down, With its streets all dark and surly. God made three youths to walk unscathed Then, too, it was God that brought them through Oh! up in the morning, up in the morning, Ten days for the deep ships at the bar: And iron beaks fumbling their ports. Oh! up in the morning, up in the morning, Before they knew, they had burst safe Though it be brute's work, not man's, to tear Yet, to dare, and to stand, and to take death for share, They battered the great rams down; Scarce a wreck floated where was a fleet before, Then with their yards squared, their guns' mouths bared, They held the great town at bay. Oh! up in the morning, up in the morning, Our stout ships came through shell, shot and But the town will not always be surly; For this Crescent City takes to its breast The Father of Waters' tide; And here shall the wealth of our world, in the West, Meet wealth of the world beside : Here the date-palm and the olive find A near and equal sun; And a hundred broad, deep rivers wind Here the Fall steals all old Winter's ice, Oh! up in the morning, up in the morning, May that flag float here till the earth's last With the lake mists, fair and pearly. His fifty thousand galliant men Dwindled down to thousands six: They heard a distant cannon and then Commenced a cutting their sticks. "Oh! tarry, Lord Lovell !" Sir Farragut cried. "I like the drinks at St. Charles's Hotel, "I reckon you're right," Sir Farragut said, Oh! a wonder it was to see them run, And the Yankees sailed up without shooting a gun, Lord Lovell kept running all day and night, For he swore he couldn't abide the sight When Lord Lovell's life was brought to a close From his head there sprouted a red, red nose, From his feet-a Scarlet Runner. THE NEW BALLAD OF LORD LOVELL. Lord Lovell he sat in St. Charles's Hotel, As fine a case of a Southern swell As ever you'd wish to see-see—see, Lord Lovell the town had vowed to defend ; He swore that his last ounce of powder he'd spend, He swore by black and he swore by blue, He swore by the stars and bars, That never he'd fly from a Yankee crew While he was a son of Mars. He had fifty thousand gallant men, Fifty thousand men had he, Who had all sworn with him that they'd never surren Der to any tarnation Yankee. He had forts that no Yankee alive could take; He had iron-clad boats a score, And batteries all around the Lake Sir Farragut came with a mighty fleet, And Lord Lovell instanter began to retreat METEMPSYCHOSIS. There is nothing so strange, Pythagoras, You fought at the siege of Troy; For in the year that Carthage fell, At the sack of that famous town: I climbed up Acrocorinth to view I saw Parnassus; but, at the sight I have no music in my heart, No melody in my tongue. Far east the famed Acropolis beamed I gazed on the goddess, and, lost in love, But down to the city I turned mine eyes, I saw a girl that no heart of mine Ah! Pallas, old girl, as grapes yield wine, Verily, love yields joy. Ah! well, I died as a Roman should; And, alive again to-day, I find my old Corinthian love In the flesh, too, just as gay. I knew her again: there could not be Oh! the very same lips, the very same laugh, I drank Falernian then, and she But now, twin bibbers of Burgundy, We pledge and our loves renew. She knew me again—and I hold it true, It's the girl I kissed in Corinth of old PAUL SHORT, 23d R. W. Fusiliers, Paulus Curtillus, ex Legione Vicesmâ tertiâ. THE SINKING OF THE CUMBERLAND. To quarters-stand by, my hearties! How the hog-back's snout comes on us! Can be heard through all the noise! Ah! I think we hulled her then! Carpenter, how is the water? Gaining, sir, faster and higher; 'Tis all awash in the ward-room. Never mind-we can load and fire! Let them charge with, their Iron Devil, What, all afloat on our gun-deck? Aye, your sponges and rammers to the racks! Sinking, my hearts, at an anchor But never say die till it's o'er! Ready all, on the spar-deck? Aye, my lads, we're going down— Ha! they shall know us where we drown! Now one cheer more, my hearties, They shall hear it, the fine old captains, But the Old Flag's still at her peak! It waves o'er the blood-red water- And they look down, our grand old captains, With a tear and a smile from the skies. -Hartford Courant. God help us! WHO'S READY? BY EDNA DEAN PROCTOR. H. H. B. Who's ready? There's danger before! Who's armed and who's mounted? the foe's at the door! The smoke of his cannon hangs black o'er the plain; No halting, no discord, the moments are fates; time! Lead armies or councils-be soldier a-field- Who's ready? "All ready!" undaunted we cry; ALL FORWARD! WE'RE READY, AND CONQUER WE WILL !" ONE YEAR AGO. BY HORATIO ALGER, JR. One year ago our glorious flag Lay trailing in the dust, Rent were the grand old stars and stripes By treason's deadly thrust. One year ago, and every cheek Was tinged with manly shame, And eyes flashed fire of storm and ire One year ago, and treason stood |